Carolina Blue
Grandpapa’s hummingbird
From 1963
Been sittin’ in its case since I
Moved to Los Angeles, but it
It sings like the mountains
An Appalachian breeze, sayin’
Go and trade these crowded streets for trees
My wings are wide
My will to prove
My dreams are grand
And desire is true
Come take my hand,
Lady Fortune
I love you in that
Carolina Blue
Sandals and shorts in
The Raleigh Durham airport
Cafes with moonshine and barbecue
I’m runnin’ like a rabbit from these
California taxes
Carolina, can you make my soul renewed?
My wings are wide
My will to prove
My dreams are grand
And desire is true
Come take my hand,
Lady Fortune
I love you in that
Carolina Blue
Carolina Blue, Carolina Blue
I love you in that, Carolina Blue
But time been slippin’ through the glass
It’ll make you realize
There ain’t no brave in satisfied,
My life will start
The moment I depart
For what, I hope somethin’ new
But I ain’t got a clue